Desert Dreams

Miles of footprints left behind across the sand
blending perfectly with the trailing memories of a lover's soft skin.

Mixed shades of brown,

is it a face or a place?

Afternoon lost in scents of sage and her sex.

Desert altar of rock and flesh,

of air and breath,

of lack of water and dripping sweat.

A relentless vision at the edge of a precipice

filled with the pounding pulse and the force of all that is around me.

A dangerous hunger 
for the petals of a delicate desert flower to be pressed against my dry lips.

Sun bleeding tired rays of fire across the landscape

bathing her distant nakedness in which I wish to drown.

Evening breeze across my dreaming face,

half moon rising motions me to also resurface.

Slowly, slowly 
I awake
Again, self aware.

Adrian Boutureira- Arizina, 1993

This poem was put to music:
http://www.tindeck.com/listen/jecy